Helmine gapes at this, not knowing if she should be offended, annoyed, or impressed by this tactic. But she definitely knows how she feels about Cosmo's filthy hooves being on the table. She reaches out to prod his thigh hard with one metal finger. "Were you raised by the Gruul? You've made your point."

She'll take her drink, but not until this grievous lapse in decorum is resolved.